"Pragmatic can be useful," Aya admitted easily. "But there's pragmatic and there's...pre-fryer greasing." Because just...wow. Cooking oil.

Ooooh, massage bar. Solid body oil bar right?

She'd happily strip for that really. "Sure, grab me a cushion? Floor is fine if there's something between me and the carpet but..." not without shirt and bra thank you. She was going sit up and simply take off said items with her back to the boys. No use making a fuss. There was one, only one, very faint scar near her mid spine.

Old, faded.

She was either very damn lucky in her line of work or...yep, mitochondrial. Darlene, naturally, wasn't in the kinds of danger Aya often was.